Unseen Colors: Faces on the Wall
He had seen many of the wonders of the world. From the sea ice of the North Pole, south to Antarctica and such frozen land. From the Orient, through the states, to the valleys and mountains of Europe. Across seas and oceans. Cities and towns from the largest to the smallest. All the wonders, all the colors, all the amazement of new sites. All the people of so many cultures. The animals. So many that there must be a God. And then, the fishes. Sharks, whales, to the anemones. All the memories and all the regrets. All the colors; all the faces. As he laid on his death bed staring at the spot on the ceiling, he realized now all the unseen colors he missed; all the faces on the wall he saw, but none off the wall. He had his chance for Above Cognitive. No, he told her. He had all the 'feelings' he needed, none. He knew the world. Oh, how little did he really know. The journey Above Cognitive, all the new colors and faces not on the wall.
He could feel the coming of death. How much longer? He dreaded. If only I could relive it all. The things I could look for and see. All went by me the first time. The sunrises, the sunsets, on rivers, oceans, and ponds. The jumping dolphins and the yells of "There she blows." He loved whales so. The moon and stars. The colors he could have seen on his travel to see them firsthand. No, only from a distance. Earth. Her words he now understood. But more than the words, her spirit and soul. Her face would never be on the wall. The unseen colors he saw in her face. Did not believe. To blame God would be too easy. All the friends he thought he had, none could see the unseen colors. All lived to live, none sought meaning, none sought 'more'. Ancient souls not a one. He knew another lifetime waited. He had his chance but muted her calls to be more. Both lost. A journey to Above Cognitive needs to be of two of One.
He looked deeply into the spot above his head. The black, the dirty brown. All the unseen colors he never saw before. The power of the mind amazed him so. So much more than the heart and soul. Now, he understood with Death at his door. The spirit within the heart and soul. The power of God's spirit when one has an open heart and soul. Open to love, faith, and belief in one self, another, then God. He had the love and faith in her, but never the belief. She brought him God and he tossed God away. What more of God could there be than all the wonders of the world he had seen. That small spot of unseen colors. How wrong could he have been. Then, that face not of the wall he saw. Chrome white rim glasses, beard of dull brown and golden trim. Smile of laughter and jolly all at the same time. He shook with fear, fearing him more than Death. "God, forgive me for I have sinned." His laughter and jolly grew even more. No words. Only an image replacing His. Her sobbing in her hands. Seeking meaning and more. Without him, it could not be. Both lost. A journey to Above Cognitive needs to be of two of One.
The spot became the face of Death as it came down to cut him down. He found the strength to place his hands over his eyes and brow. A scythe blade next, for sure. "Darling, what's wrong? Bees?" He turned. Did not know how. He knew the voice, but could not see her. Rose bushes all around. All the colors. No questions, only a smile. "Where are you?" Through a small port of branches, he saw her. "Here I come." Never such a rose garden he saw. Red, yellow, pink, white, and so many colors more. It was the unseen colors he loved the most. Their 'feelings' lifted him up. Around the corner he came, a wall tall and long full of faces. A square of different colors for each one. He stood and stared. From behind she came. Her arms around his waist. Hands never to let go. "Our faces are not there." A puzzle look he had. "We are pass the gate. We are into the land of Above Cognitive." He knew he was not the man he was. With her, he was 'more'. Why, he dare not ask God. Only he knew the love and faith when he kissed her. The journey Above Cognitive beginning. Or, was this a story of images and false dreams of a dying man wishing for 'more', the land of Above Cognitive."